Chapter 339: Blood and Liquor (3)
The Goddess of Protection was made up of five fragments. Those fragments now shone around me.
[She is worshiped.]
Idol was always revered by people. Carrying the burden of fulfilling expectations, she should hold her head high until the end of time because that was what being a ruler was about.
[She sympathizes.]
Sympathy always understood people’s wounds and transferred them to herself. Even if her flesh remained unharmed, her heart bore scars from wounds transferred from others, and she held nameless cries deep within her heart because that was what being a ruler was about.
[She is a test.]
Prayer always passed judgment. She sifted through those who pleaded with her, testing whether their prayers were genuine or if they were merely whispering lies to deceive her. She ensured that false accusations never buried genuine pleas because that was what being a ruler was about.
[She is a sacrifice.]
Sacrifice always suffered of her own volition. As her time was eaten away, the time of others blossomed. The more her pain deepened, the more vibrant the lives of others became. Meaningless suffering wasn’t allowed for her because that was what being a ruler was about.
[She shall bring you salvation.]
Salvation always saved others at the cost of herself. She placed the parts of herself that she wanted to protect—her tastes, pleasures, likes, dislikes, and aesthetics—on cold scales. On the other side of the scales were people. To elevate the other side of the scale, she constantly had to lower her side.
Therefore, she was the ruler.